Thursday, February 16, 2017

Robyn Meets Curtis ★ THE BILLIONAIRE'S RUNAWAY FIANCÉE excerpt

Release week has been crazy busy! Today I'm letting Curtis and Robyn - & a giveaway - do the heavy lifting with this excerpt ::

“You’re late.”

Robyn Tindall stared at the back of the tremendous leather office chair. Since it just barked at her, she assumed someone sat there, but it was too big to be sure.

Wiping her damp palms against her black skirt, she took a deep breath. The temporary employment agency had warned her Golden City’s CEO burned through executive assistants daily. She got a full day’s pay no matter how long he kept her. So far, no one had made it to their coffee break. Robyn had no intention of kowtowing to someone who would fire her within the hour.

“Your clock’s off. My agency was told eight, and according to my watch I’m thirty-two seconds early.”

The black chair turned slowly, revealing the most gorgeous man she’d seen off a movie screen. Deep brown hair, a strong uncompromising jaw, and black-fringed eyes that sparkled a surprising aquamarine. She’d expected a crotchety old man. Her pulse jackhammered as a smile played on her lips. Too bad he didn’t have the same response.

“You think that’s funny?”

Oh damn. She’d make the record for being fired the fastest. She cleared her throat. “Where would you like me to start?”

“I don’t know. It’s your job, not mine.” He spoke with a mocking slowness that made her wonder if he was teasing or truly an ass.

“There’s a desk in front of your office door. I’m guessing that would belong to your assistant.”

“It did until two months ago when she retired.”

“She didn’t train someone before she left?” He must have run her off, too.

“There was no time. Her daughter adopted triplets, and if anyone can schedule three babies, it’s Carla.”

“She’s not coming back?”

He raised a straight eyebrow. “I’ve seen them. They’re cuter than me.”

Robyn smiled, doubting looks had anything to do with it. He wasn’t cute by any means. Handsome, jaw dropping, mouthwatering. Robyn sucked in a cooling breath and dragged her mind out of the gutter.

“And you have no idea what it was she did for you.” Fan-freaking-tastic. No wonder he’d been so short with the parade of assistants who’d been through the revolving door. Carla had made it seem effortless, so he didn’t consider it a demanding job.

“Not the first clue.” The sensual promise of his smile surprised her.

She pushed her wire-rimmed glasses tighter against her face, reminding herself men like him did not look at girls like her that way. He probably dated models and debutantes. Her last boyfriend had been a house painter.

“I’ll check out the desk and see what I can decipher.”

“Don’t bother. You’re not what I need.”


He turned to his computer and began to work. Robyn blinked and checked her watch. She’d been fired after one minute on the job. That had to be a record, and not one she had any intention of making. She’d never been fired before, and this clown wouldn’t break her streak, no matter how handsome or dynamic he seemed.

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